Cloud 17

From my cloud i see the world. I watch as the wind blows my cloud and the world all around me.I watch.
I wonder does the spider know it is the wind that moves the grass and his web around him? What does he make of it? Does his mind not have the understanding to know that his home and body are being moved by a force that he cannot see?
Surly in its own mind it has come up with an explanation of why it is.

I wonder if men react the same way?
Do they not know who moves the wind? Do they not have a reason an explanation of why it is?

From my cloud I see children playing in a sandbox. They play and mold the sand into different sand castles. Some bigger than others
The children leave the sandbox yet the sandbox and the castles remain. The wind blows and it is as if the children where never there. Yet the sandbox remains.
From my cloud i see the story of life. Men awake in a sandbox of life. You have but a hour to make your impression in the sandbox before the wind comes and blows it all away.
We are but children playing in a sandbox.